Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants to borrow five dollars for lunch and you just know you're never going to see the money again.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Top Quark
A single maid a-milking
An M134 Minigun
A lost soul
A bolt of thirsty bombazine
A chunk of Ruin Marble
A Gift for the Man who has Everything
A set of wooden building blocks that spell "lol butts"
A G.I. Joe Doll
A box of one dozen starving crazed weasels

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